Like I mentioned in the last post, a friend suggested I should try my hand writing fiction. Then yesterday Bruf asked me if I would like to try my hand at 55 fiction and I though to myself “Why not? How hard can it be?” Turns out, pretttty hard!
Before I began writing,I dug out some history on Fiction 55. I needed to know the exact rules of this new game. Wikipedi, as always, came in handy.
The origin of 55 fiction can be traced to a short story writing contest organised by New Times , an independent alternative weekly in San Luis Obispo in 1987.
A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
- Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
- A setting,
- One or more characters,
- Some conflict, and
- A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)
Many new versions of the 55 Fiction have started to modify on the rules by either ignoring the rule to include conflict, or basing it on a true incident and dramatising it.
So here’s my first attempt at 55 fiction. You are not allowed to laugh! ( ok , you can laugh, but I better not hear ya!). Indulge me for a bit folks. Oh! Before we go on to the story, I may as well tell you that I dint manage to tie it all up in 55 words. I used 94. Hopefully I’ll be better next time around.
“Its your fault!” ” No! its your’s!”
The high pitched shrieking voices and the banging on the door became unbearable. She had to do something to make it stop or she’d go out of her mind.
She opened the door to give the nuisance- aka the neighbour’s kids an earful. They were getting worse by the day. She opened her front door to find them kicking the door, yelling at each other. They spotted her and stopped immediately. She raised her eyebrows in question. They replied sheepishly “Sorry aunty, we have locked ourselves out!”